Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Visage,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.